Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
Statistics-Years after birth: 14Statistics1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Times I cried: 165
-Swings swung on: 17
-Swings fallen off of: 17
-Schools attended: 3
-Detentions deserved: 9
-Times I should have stood up for myself: 27
-Times I didn't: 26
-Books read: 1046
-Pencils lost: 290
-True friends: 1
-Fake smiles: 441
-Different anti-depressants taken: 5
-Ones that worked: 1
-Scars that won't fade: 12
-Scars I made: 11
-Attempted Suicides: 3
-Stuffed animals: 22
-Poems written: 56
-Poems read: 101
-People that looked: 226
-People that saw: 18
-Songs listened to: 599
-Times I was told to change: 32
-Times I changed: Too many
-Eating disorders acquired: 2
-Pounds lost: 44
-Counselors seen: 7
-Unexpected allies: more than I ever knew.
-Comfort offered: 25
-Comfort needed: 25
-New Hopes: 75
-Remembered Dreams: 268
-Times truly healed: 0
-Mistakes made: 1006
-Mistakes learned from: 994
-Years left to live: Unknown
-Years not to be wasted: all of them
-Lives left to
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
Una navidad con Naruto. Capitulo finalUna navidad con Naruto. Capitulo final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Capítulo V (Final)
Las luces de navidad titilaban pausadamente adornando el gran árbol de navidad que se encontraba en la plaza central de Konoha. La verdadera navidad estaba a la vuelta de la esquina, faltaban tan solo una hora para que las agujas del reloj marcaran las doce de la noche. Habíamos finalizado la hora de la cena, cuando ambas parejas salimos del restaurante donde habíamos ingresado una hora y media atrás, nos habíamos quedado un buen tiempo, ya que luego de comer pedimos el postre y comenzamos a hablar de diversas anécdotas, vivencias etcétera, hasta que finalmente concluimos con una pequeña taza de café.
Con el estómago lleno nos dirigimos hacia la plaza central, donde una hora después debíamos encontrarnos con las demás parejas, caminamos juntos, Sasuke tomando de la mano a Sakura, y yo a la par de Naruto, mientras que él intentaba tímidamente tomarme de la mano, como lo hacia fácil
The Life of a Hacked PokemonNumbers.The Life of a Hacked Pokemon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was the first thing I was aware of.
Shortly following, I gained a shape, body, personality, and an odd craving for spice.
But then something changed. The numbers shifted, and the colours on parts of my body became different. I didn't really mind; I was still myself.
Next, the numbers surrounding me faded and I found myself on ground, which happened to be lightly coloured dirt. Grass surrounded me, but I paid no mind to it. Instead, my attention was on the teenage boy in front of me. His hair looked white and I couldn't really see his face. I saw he was holding something purple, and after a moment he tossed it into the air.
The next thing I knew, I was inside something. I wiggled, pushing on all sides of this tiny confinementbut it refused to budge. After a few tries, I gave up. Whatever I was in, I wasn't getting out.
Some time later, I have no idea how long; I was suddenly pushed out of my prison. The boy was back, standing in front of me and holding out something.
ScarsWhat is a scar?Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a word of a story,
Written out on a body.
My skin some pages,
From the book of my life.
Scars spelling out,
Injuries and healing's,
Enticing others to ask for my stories.
Some hidden, unknown,
Til I allow them to show,
Stories of hope,
Coupled with stories of pain,
Harm that came,
And the strength that was found,
Strength to endure,
Strength to heal.
Aren't my scars lovely?
Beautiful words to my story.
i cannot take pain.i cannot take pain.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but then i'm torn.
and hide behind a smile.
and i stay silent.
but i can feel it coming.
i walk home early.
and i hope for a car.
to come around the corner.
but dying isn't an option.
so i hope for a bike.
and i get home.
and i smile at my family.
and they smile back.
but i go to a room.
and sit there.
and i feel it coming .
and it comes.
and i'm crying.
and i'm shivering.
and i feel sadness,anger,all negative emotions.
but it hurts me phisically.
so this is what pain is to me.
and i wait for the agony to stop.
the pain in my stomach, chest, hands,head.
but it will not stop.
so i listen to my heart beat.
and i hear my self say.
but it doesnt lisnten.
my beat starts to fade.
and the pain starts to go.
and i'm drifting.
but death isnt an option.
and i was happy dreaming of death.
where the pain ends.
but i hear a flick.
and my heart my heart again.
and my mother tells me .
i was sleeping for hours.
and it's now night.
i cannot tell anyon
1. Terazniejszosc"Siedzę. Myślę.1. Terazniejszosc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A może tylko mi się zdaje.
Czas zwalnia, by znowu przyspieszyć.
Rzeczywistość to sen, a mary sieją w niej nieład."
Maniakalna królowa depresji siedzi. Myśli.
Lecz tylko tak się zdaje.
Skupienie jej umyka,
zdania nie są przyjazne kartce,
wolą zostać w zakamarkach umysłu.
"Co się dzieje?
Gdzie ja jestem?
Kiedy ja jestem?
Przecież to wszystko nie istnieje, ten świat to błona, która pęka po wystarczającym naciśnięciu.
Gdzie ja jestem?"
Kid x Reader Part 8Kid x Reader Part 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You ate breakfast and brushed your hair and teeth. You were straightening your (h/l) hair and decided to clip back your bangs with a clip with a jeweled flower on it. Then you clipped the twin of the other clip on the opposite side for a bit of symmetry. You went to your room and changed outta your pj's. You pulled out one of the new bras you bought yesterday with the matching underwear and changed into them. The bra was (f/c) with a bit of white lace on the bottom of the outside of the bra and the underwear was the same color just no lace and hip-huggers. You put on a white tank top then a (f/c) shirt that slides off your shoulders on each side. You put on dark blue shorts that went down about 2 inches past your knees. You put on your favorite body spray and a cute necklace. You went out into the living room Maka smiled at you then you twirled.
"Do I look cute?"
"Yes you do." Maka chimed.
"You look different in shorts. You probably should just wear pants." Soul commented.
"She looks g
Kid x Reader Part 6Kid x Reader Part 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why are you here?!" You almost yelled at Kid.
"I wanted to see your weapon forms." He smiled at you softly.
"You could have just asked me!" You were embarrassed. You didn't want Kid to see you fight nor wanted him to see you in a sports bra!
"I gave him permission to be here. I take it you know my son, ____?" You blushed deeply as Lord Death questioned you, you nodded in answer. "Good! I think he likes you so you really might be able to become my daughter." You went so red that you looked down and tried to breath. "Just joking!" He said finally. "So how do you want to train today? Weapon form, self-defense, people skills or all of it like usual?"
You regained your composure then answered, "All like usual, have I ever chosen just one?"
"No you haven't. What do you want to start with first?"
"My weakest one," You sighed. Then Spirit was next to you with his arm around your shoulder, "people skills."
"Remember you can't hit Spirit or hurt him and if he does something wrong leave it to me
Sunlit RoomSunlit room—Sunlit Room4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Beside the open window
Praying to dust-motes.
WarLoveTurn your swords into sonnets,WarLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And listen with ears, keen.
Let us watch the sun set red,
And hope the ground remains green.
Wreath the graves with holly,
Keep them sleeping in their graves.
Send their loved souls to the clouds,
And for the rest of us, stay brave.
Turn your swords into sonnets,
Give up yours guns for life.
End the times of interminal grief,
And forget the struggle, the strife.
For everyone thats gone and passed,
And for those who've yet to come,
And everyone who's in between,
Keep loving, and we've already won.
Portal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)Portal: Still AlivePortal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
Air trailsSea blue sky is scarred,Air trails5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Touched by fluffy streams of white,
Chasing paper planes.
Of Coming StarsTides of strong fit light, together foldOf Coming Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding a place within our hearts ~ together, our journeys told
Sun blissed auburn petals fall upon our heads
Our packs, our howls ~ heard throughout the night Moonlit whispers of the coming beauties fed
Strums and drums, Notes and keys
They Sing out to our pleas
The sun, the dreams, the beauty of our seams
Together we are forever
Forever we are . . .
HAIKU: cold frontdistant snow -HAIKU: cold front3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
could have sworn there were
Dream of an ElfDream of an Elf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.
Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.
There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.
Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection of time -
The past and the future.
It rings a clear silver laughter
Far across rivers - mountains - lakes.
The wind catches the silent tune
That is blown away tenderly in the sky.
It remains a sparkling light
Which swings high above the trees,
Bringing quietly back the faith
To humanity here on our Earth.
Dreams of an AngelI.Dreams of an Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what do angels dream about?" Lindsay asked
I thought for a minute
"they dream to live like us."
"then why did Rachel want to die?"
"goodnight" I said, and turned out the light
Rachel used to sing to the birds
she said sometimes they just wanted someone to show they cared
and she serenaded them
until she was sure they felt important
in the car, Lindsay broke down
the black veil she wore seemed to be more
than an article of mourning
"why do they make child-size coffins?"
"did you see her?
even dead, her spindly fingers reached out
but I couldn't grab her "
I held her hand
because it was the only thing I knew how to do
Rachel used to write notes
she tucked them in branches,
under rocks, between her pillows
she said they were her secrets.
she always wanted someone to find them.
Lindsay shut down
the walls grew darker, the ceiling grew heavy
did you know silence chokes you?
She had a recurring dream
she always woke screamin
Nature's Night SongNature's Night Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the silent lands,
As if it flies home.